Wheeling Gull Isle Madam, it’s just lazy to steal from someone without knowing their name.

You’d expect that the moment someone greeted Belharra that she’d crack a smile and be polite. 

Frankly, you’d expect wrong. By the time Aiolos made his way to Belharra she was fuming mad and needed an outlet: who better than this gent who sauntered up to her like he owned the place?

Ye mean to tell me ye owns this whole ass piece of land? Who EVEN has the audacity t’do that?! A whole island to yeself?!? Jus’ plain selfish is what that is. By the time her tirade was over she realized she’d been asked a question. Belharra tilted her head back and peered behind her at the speck of marshmallowy white on the beach. Huh? No. Who t’hell is that?